The Wistful Letter

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The fog did not drift; it calculated. It moved through the narrow arteries of the Old Quarter with the deliberate, viscous precision of a hydraulic system, erasing the chalk marks Sergeant Elias Thorne had placed on the cobblestones with a cold, absolute erasure. Elias stood at the center of the intersection, his badge catching the weak, amber glow of the streetlamps, his jaw tight as he...

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